THIRD PERSON’S POV
The realization was evident in her eyes. From the way she gazed at Professor Herran’s face down to the minute details of her gaping mouth and appalled expression, Damian already knew that she’s figured out who he was despite the unfamiliar body he was now hosting.
“Took you long enough,” he muttered under his breath just as Alastair’s eyebrows furrowed.
Professor Castillo, who was beside him this whole time, simply ignored his existence and continued chewing on her perfectly manicured nails.
Damian stood up when he saw Alastair weaving through the crowd of students, obviously trying to leave. “Just wait here for me,” he instructed Castillo and began following Alastair. “And keep an eye on the guy with the rugged looking pants and messy hair!”
“Aye, aye, captain,” C
